Analysis to paralysis.

But as life passed me by and I waited for a cue (or confidence, or certainty, or...) I realized that living my life like that would have me sitting on the couch forever. Flipping the stations, both on the actual TV and in my mind: watching the imaginary versions of my life pass me by.

One day I stopped waiting to be sure of myself and started just doing stuff anyway. Taking baby steps, dipping my toes in the waters of risk..learning that it was perfectly possible to make mistakes and not die.

I realized that I could turn left and then decide it was the wrong way...and reroute. Dust myself (and my ego) off, and make another choice.

I've done this multiple times, in multiple arenas, and the world has continued to spin...even amidst the "wrong" decisions.

I found that so much of what had been holding me back was the quest to be good at everything before I started it: an impossible feat, I would tell any child-- but something I somehow expected from myself. I wanted certainty, confidence, and guaranteed success.

But allowing myself to be "bad" at life (or a job, or a relationship, or a new skill) also set the stage for me to eventually become better: simply taking steps toward some direction provided clarity, for better or for worse.

I still have my couch time; I'm just as obsessed with Stranger Things as the next guy. But now my couch time is punctuated by days full of choices, actions, and, yes...mistakes.